Order, for a liberal, means only peace; and the hope of a profound peace was one of the chief motives in the liberal movement. Concessions and tolerance and equality would thus have really led to peace, and to peace of the most radical kind, the peace of moral extinction.

The habit of looking for beauty in everything makes us notice the shortcomings of things, our sense, hungry for complete satisfaction, misses the perfection it demands.

The soul, too has her virginity and must bleed a little before bearing fruit.

The mediocrity of everything in the great world of today is simply appalling. We live in intellectual slums.

Art is a delayed echo.

All the doctrines that have flourished in the world about immortality have hardly affected man's natural sentiment in the face of death.

The Difficult is that which can be done immediately; the Impossible that which takes a little longer.